That was the thought of the year.

Look, as a french citizen, I had to go to my military journey. A day where two officers welcome you to discover the martial side of every modern society. Concerning me, and numerous boyz and girlz of my age.

So I woke up at 6am because there are more than 3h travelling to destination and I already knew I would be late but this doesn't matter: I was gonna put hours of class appart my life to meet people from all over France. Exiting, as I also knew some would be shy, some other would be dumbassh...e, some other cool and talkative...

"How am I gonna act ?"

I wondered, while dressing up. Whatever, this was for only one day, one day to be either someone else or either myself, I chose to improvise... Cool, sun was shining through the morning clouds while the train was progressivly braking with me inside, trying to get back a little part of my night time. It stopped. I realize I've landed in the middle of nowhere and got to walk clueless to finally find the rendez-vous pretty late, as expected.
It doesn't affect the bright smile I had on my face with which I came inside the big building with bunches of adults in uniform looking at me like I was the organic representation of a sudden cybernetic intrusion in their perfect and martial world. In my head, it sounded like

"What ?"

And then, a boy who hadn't come late at all pointed the big white board on my left where I could read every teenager's name. One wasn't checked, mine. And in my head, it had turned into:

"Yeah, right...".

Anyway, while going further, I noticed the board also read the name of my group of the day which hopefully had not started nothing at all. So I walk on... I mean I silently slide and insert myself into it. When a (sexy in uniform) woman talked loud to gather and follow her. Her strict voice definitly erased her sex appeal (Too bad). I looked my watch and thought :

"It's 9am, and you just have been tempted and dismissed in the same sec, man."

Doesn't matter at all, it's not that long, 7hours left. Okay, it's not that short too... BUT! Hopefully there was a "but", all around me, I noticed her, and her and her and her and... HER! With her bright eyes and shy smile and... (WOOT She looked straight at me just like she has some psychic powers and had read my mind.... I looked the ground and talk to myself:

"Let's go back to reality !"

I kept on looking around : 7 rows of 7 tables and 7 chairs, just like in class exept the fact that we were absolutely not enough to sit on all chairs. And SHE was the only one to sit in the middle of... nobody. I pulled the chair on her left and sat next to her. The day went on and naturally, we talked together a lot and met guys and girls around. As expected, I improvised and acted like political stuff were my breakfast, home nuclear technology my lunch and social inequalities my dinner. It worked ! And it worked good ! I was simply shining over the other guys and she was smiling at me ! you know when the person facing you seems so proud of you and wants ever more from you, suspended to your lips as frenchies say, suspended to every word you just sketch without understanding any meaning of it (I mean, when YOU don't understand what YOU say whereas it's full of sense for her). Then I learnt more of her: She was recently coming from Serbie (dunno the english name of this country) and our new president just refused her brother, IT ingenior, to come to France without any reason. So she got to have a dream: to study more hard than hard here and then, go back to her homeland and help her civilization to stand on its own feet with her bro. Lovely isn't it? I wished her success, she definitly deserved this and I was sincerely impressed.

She sticked to me to the end of the journey and then, after getting that paper saying my army discovering day was done, I got back to my chair, pack my Versace watch (bought right before 9am), my deviant drawing stuff, my iPod, my phone, my sunglasses... (I'm sure they thought I was making the step in France between Miami and Ibiza). Well, I was packing up my stuff, while she was getting her paper too. I turned my back and... and POOF.... She wasn't there anymore. I didn't understand it completly but I guessed, dreams don't have time.
I brought back my seem-in-vacation-fashion-clothed-person home, listening to Mad About You (Hooverphonic). Timeless moment of despair, still hanging around with that big smile on my face but behind my big black sunglasses, if you sticked me as she did, you could see my blurry eyes, ready to drop tears while my hand in my pocket was ready to beat down time itself to death, if only that was possible.